Things that are intelligent:
The imperfect shape of an orange, and each perfect moon inside.
Wayward floating snow in an alleyway.
Waking up feeling like you have been washed. The things you mourned the previous day disappeared.
Showing up late to work.
Superstitions about love.
Being overtaken--forgetting that you are superstitious about love, surprised by how it feels to be touched below your ribs, on the side of your belly.
Do you have friends that never use your correct pronouns and you love them anyway? It's complicated.
Listening to Bob Seger.
Wearing jewelry in the shower. Baths. Daily routines. Eating in the morning.
Thinking of stories and writing them down. Usually they are not good. But it is good to imagine a reader performing your language, entangled with your breath and blurring your edges.
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